I had too many people depending on me. Miss Elsa ran the show, but I was kind of in charge of everything else, you know? And we... you don't need the details, but we aren't exactly normal. Life's tough for people like us.

'Cept for Maggie. She's the god damn picture of normal, like a Norman Rockwell broad. And you know what? It's fine. I got another girl back home, somebody like me. And everything's gone to shit anyway, so none of it matters.

My problems ain't ones that got a fix, dollface. But thanks.